#but also...oh this is. yeah.

[grimahearted]

POETRY LINES .

THE STARS. You are hope after dusk. You are fate with its sleeves rolled up. You are sorrow when it is denied a name. I don’t know where you got all this sadness from, but here, here. Let me hold it for you, if only for a moment. Here, here. There are nights long enough to put it down.